Saturday, April 24, 2010

I saw it sparkle,then it shimmied and shined,as it drifted through the skyI ran and I ranand guess what I found?I found a rainbow stone.And I put it in my pocket.Whenever the sky is growlingand the sun doesn't want to shineI will close my eyesand make a wish .I will save it for a rainy day.My rainbow stonewill wash the skyand paint a rainbowin your sky and mine

I found a rainbowand I put it in my pocketwhere it is safe from harm.I have a rainbowthat is my very ownI found a rainbowand I put it in my pocket.

Friday, April 16, 2010

I don't want you to see my face.Please don't look at my tears.Sometimes little heartslike mine get very sad.Sometimes our smiles get broken.My smile is broken.

I cannot smile because my friend Penny died.http://beefypug.blogspot.com/Now there is a storm in my heart,that is raging out of control.I do not understand why my friends die.Why? Why? Why? Why do bad things happen?I know that sometimes, you wonder why too.I don't have the answers. I think that no one knows.Penny had a mama- just like you and me.Pennys mama loved her so much.She gave Penny her favoritist wish,,,,in the whole world- whipped cream, and love.Now Penny has gone to the Rainbow Bridge,and her mama has a broken heart.

I am reflecting on what Penny ment to me.I remember how she made me giggle.I remember how brave and corageous she was.Penny never complained.She had a brave heart.I miss her . And I know her mama misses her more.Penny and her mama made friends, with you and me.

And so, as I sit and reflect, I am thinking.My heart is speaking, and I am listening.This is what my heart tells me.

Lets all join paws, and circle around Pennys mom.We can send our love to her.I know the stars in the sky will shine brighter tonightas Penny crosses the Bridge.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

The forest is singing.What do I hear?I will go listen.Will you come with me?This is my ancient forest.This is where I play.This is where I listen to the birdstweet so sweetly.This is where I watchmy forest friends run free.Sometimes I sit in the sun.And sometimes, I sit in the drizzling rain.Sometimes I listen to the trees sing,and sometimes I sing along.Yes, this is my ancient forest.Sometimes I stare into the wonderous skyand I watch the branches sway,I watch as the wind dancesthrough the tall, tall trees.Sometime the forest speaks softly to me.And then I listen so closely.The trees talk about peace,,,yes, peace for you and me .The trees talk about love,,,yes, love for you and me.The trees talk about sharingtheir magical beauty with you.I would like for you to see my beautiful world,.I want to share it with you.Will you come and listen to the trees sing?Have the trees ever talked to you?Lets listen to the trees sing sweet lulabyes as we sleep.Nitey nite my friends,lovetweedles

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Who is Tweedles?

Hi! I used to be three, but now I am six years old! I am a happy puggy.
I live in the forest, and I talk to the trees.
My wish for all the other little animals in the world- is that they have a "forever home", just like me.
I love being loved- and I wish it for you!